This is very beautiful, this Danse des arbres. I like it! I think that trees have spirits all their own and that is why we often connect with them so readily. Lovely image, Meri and beautiful Haiku. xoxo, Noelle
lovely reminder...to quiet the mind and rediscover music in the details of life living life around us.
the wind here is teaming up the rise lifting everything in its wake like a bright flapping table cloth licking the sky with a vengeance. we seem to be stuck in the percussion section of life this morning. until the snow falls. burrrrr.....
Hi Meri~ This photo is magnificent, and your imagery perfectly presents it: the color violet for spirituality, the wind for sensory hearing, the flow of movement--all the deep, symbolic suggestons of our organic selves. Love, Margaret
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awesome imagery,
wind, music, nature, everything is within our reach for pleasure.
Sometimes things aren't what they seem. We settle in somewhere, thinking it's going to be safe and hospitable and just what we hoped for, a magical haven that provides us shelter from harm. Then reality sets in and we realize that we were mistaken. That soft place to land turns out to be quite a bit less soft than we'd anticipated. In fact sometimes things get downright hard and cold and unforgiving. Not at all what we expected. Do we stay and make the best of it or fly away to build a new nest somewhere else? Sometimes the most valuable lessons come from learning to see the beauty right in front of your eyes. Sometimes we bloom most gloriously when we learn to thrive just where we are and come to love just what we have. Maybe each of us is exactly where we need to be, learning lessons custom-made for us.
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xoxo,
Noelle
What an expressive photograph -- and word to go with it.
What a synchronistic gem ... Thanks for sharing ~ becca ~
http://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2011/02/25/through-the-haze/
(i got my sheer heaven paper today) Can't wait to try it!
As a woodwind player, I thank you.
;^)
Good photography!!
Thank you,
Sue x
the wind here is teaming up the rise lifting everything in its wake like a bright flapping table cloth licking the sky with a vengeance. we seem to be stuck in the percussion section of life this morning. until the snow falls.
burrrrr.....
into my florida sky.
palm trees have no arms!
wind, music, nature, everything is within our reach for pleasure.
smiles.